Agamemnon tried to remember what he had read of photography.  As all the materials were there, he might take the family’s picture.  There would indeed be a difficulty in introducing his own.  Solomon John suggested they might arrange the family group, leaving a place for him.  Then, when all was ready, he could put the curtain over the box, take his place hastily, then pull away the curtain by means of a string.  And Solomon John began to look around for a string while the little boys felt in their pockets.

Agamemnon did not exactly see how they could get the curtain back.  Mr. Peterkin thought this of little importance.  They would all be glad to sit some time after travelling so long.  And the longer they sat the better for the picture, and perhaps somebody would come along in time to put back the curtain.  They began to arrange the group.  Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin were placed in the middle, sitting down.  Elizabeth Eliza stood behind them, and the little boys knelt in front with the basket of cats.  Solomon John and Agamemnon were also to stand behind, Agamemnon leaning over his father’s shoulder.  Solomon John was still looking around for a string when the photographer himself appeared.  He was much surprised to find a group all ready for him.  He had gone off that morning for a short holiday, but was not unwilling to take the family, especially when he heard they were soon going to Egypt.  He approved of the grouping made by the family, but suggested that their eyes should not all be fixed upon the same spot.  Before the pictures were finished, the station-master came to announce that two carriages were found to take the party to Gooseberry Beach.

“There is no hurry,” said Mr. Peterkin, “Let the pictures be finished; they have made us wait, we can keep them waiting as long as we please.”

The result, indeed, was very satisfactory.  The photographer pronounced it a remarkably fine group.  Elizabeth Eliza’s eyes were lifted to the heavens perhaps a little too high.  It gave her a rapt expression not customary with her; but Mr. Peterkin thought she might look in that way in the presence of the Sphinx.  It was necessary to have a number of copies, to satisfy all the friends left behind when they should go to Egypt; and it certainly would not be worth while to come again so great a distance for more.

It was therefore a late hour when they left Kingston.  It took some time to arrange the party in two carriages.  Mr. Peterkin ought to be in one, Mrs. Peterkin in the other; but it was difficult to divide the little boys, as all wished to take charge of the cats.  The drive, too, proved longer than was expected,—­six miles instead of four.

When they reached their cousin’s door, the “barge” was already standing there.

“It has brought our luncheon-basket!” exclaimed Solomon John.

“I am glad of it,” said Agamemnon, “for I feel hungry enough for it.”

He pulled out his watch.  It was three o’clock!